"Oh, is that what that is," Bob says with the tone of a man who has just been given a name that means nothing to him at all. It doesn't look much like a garden. Maybe you're supposed to add plants to it, but while he might not know much about plants, he's pretty sure they don't grow well in sand.

The smile on her face gives him conflicting urges: he wants to smile back, and he wants to curl in on himself in shame for whatever it is he did that he can't remember, that made Mel look at him like he was scary. (Had he been on drugs again? He doesn't feel like it. There's a very specific feeling afterwards. No, it was something worse.)

He looks away, back down at the tea bowls. "I'm not sure that's a good idea," he says, mumbles really.